He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Let him speak out! 'Tis time the kingdom knew!
Kathleen. The more my wrong the more his smile appears!
How doth he madden me—and master me!—
I—I, who never knew how to submit,
Nor never fancied that I should submit,—
Am starved for strife, stupid for lack of struggle,
With Law kept bridled, and with Order saddled:
And that, which spites me more than all these stints,